Birds flying high–
stars when you shine–
dragonfly out in the sun–
fish in the sea–
you once knew how I feel . . .
. . . feeling good.
But now, I am no Nina Simone,
and I find that I am feeling . . .
. . . well, I am not feeling so good.
I wake up and see the new dawn
and the new day,
see the sun in the sky
and feel the breeze driftin’ on by, yet–
yet I do not feel a thing.
And I know this is a temporary phase,
and one day I will wake up and feel
something when I see the orange and pink-shrouded
sun and clouds, feel the breeze of fall or spring clothe
my skin in cool chills.
But today, I do not feel these things.
I only feel the anticipation toward this morning
when I wake up,
and with Nina Simone
and with all of nature
I’m feeling good.